Well, I finally bit the bullet. Picked up my 1997 Honda VFR750F “Interceptor” last night from an older asian guy in Chantilly. 7k miles, and nearly $1000 below blue book value; I can’t complain. Well, I suppose I can since it weighs 460lbs, which is quite heavy for a bike, but then I listen to the exhaust note and I forgive it for being…
We finally got around to hosting our housewarming party and aside from some broken glass and some ass spraypainting our fence and tree, all went well. Casualties: 48 hot dogs, 40 burgers, 96 buns, 6 limes, one fifth of tequila, 2 handles of vodka, 1 handle of rum, 2 kegs, 6 cases of beer, 12 layers of dip, a metric ton of chips, 2…
Started off great; after 5 holes I had a 28, which over 9 translates to a 50, a damn good score. Well, after 5 I fell apart. I ended up going only 1 under double par (the maximum) for the last 4 holes and ended the day 1 over my score from last week. What a downer!
As always, mine was full of things to do. Friday night I worked on the Civic to get her in running shape as Matt’s truck was out of commission so she’d be relied on to tote all our crap down to Frerdericksburg. She ran great already, but still had R-comp tires and track-only brake pads on her. An hour later, she was ready to…
So you’ve likely seen all my ranting and raving about the repairs on my S2000. Well, today was supposed to be the final visit to the body shop. Pender their success, I would be completely done with this hell. So the one dude goes around my passenger side, I remove the light that was falling out, compare it to the new one from Honda…
This article is so true it rivals good ol’ 2+2=4.